Joseph Ducreux

Prior, my existence was tragedy
Henceforth, my love for her endures

I come to the conclusion to contact her via telephone a thousand times every combination of sunrise and sunset, and request that she join me in wedlock by some bygone fashion

Also from the constabulary: There exists a diminutive circle of darkened hue on the source of Earth's light on this day...

'Tis the routine circumstance as that of the day before

There lays a dark head garment in the top of a large plant of high altitude.

There be a flagpole tatter and Aeolus' gusts refuse to halt